Page 123 of My Ruthless Neighbor

Archer hits the break, stopping at the side of the road. “Give me that.” He tilts his chin at my lap.

I look down. “My phone?”

He nods.

I give it to him only because I am curious. He asks me to unlock it and I do. Then he punches a number and hits call.

His phone on the center console lights up. He passes the phone back to me.

“Next time you need help, call me.”

My mouth parts in surprise. “You mean that?”

He nods.

“What if I need you in the middle of the night?”

“You can call me anytime for anything at all.”

“Anything, huh?” I can’t help but tease him.

He ignores me and pulls away from the curb.

“Just to be sure, what all doesanythinginvolve?”

He ignores me again.

“What if I want a chocolate milkshake at three in the morning? Can I call you for that?” I goad him. It’s fun to mess with him.

When he doesn’t reply, I go on. “Do you like ice-cream?”

Then I shake my head. “No, I don’t think you do.”

“And what makes you think that?”

I clap my hands. “Oh, he speaks.”

When he gives me a dry look, I chuckle and answer his question. “Because I can’t picture someone like you eating something so sweet.”

“Someone like me?”

“Yeah. Bitter and brooding.”

He sighs. “All right, how about you let me drive in peace now?”

I shoot him a dirty look and turn away from him. Facing the window of his car, I open my mouth and blow air on the glass.

The surface immediately covers in white mist. I pull away and then use the tip of my index finger to draw a figure.

When I am done, I grin at my art and turn my head to find him staring at me with a cocked brow.

I point at him and then point at the figure I drew.

“What are you doing?”

I gesture to him, then at the window again. “Why aren’t you using your mouth to communicate, Summer?”

I raise a brow. He understands then. Rolling his eyes, he says, “You may speak, smartass.”

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